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Urban dark melodies,
thumping out a tribal heartbeat -
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With eyes of a trusting and innocence disposition...
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Intoxicated blood,
heavy with thick malcontent. -
The sea fogs consumed the beak, iron streaked cliffs.
Heavy with acidic brine and sharp agonising memories -
The Summer of 1348,
and the skies turned black -
Once a man happy in his own ignorance.
He grabbed all of life's opportunities with, -
She was 35 now,
a shattered, jagged mirror image, -
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My spine is littered with shrapnel
All the rusted knives of despair you forced into my back
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For many years I have lived with my intensifying rage
My dark heart has grown year upon year -
In a barren dead forest, where silence resonates broken only by the incesant cackle of ravens
Lie the ruins of a once glorious castle, lon -
I am the demon that whispers hate into your soul
I am the wraith in the shadows that watches you at night -
Here lie the soldiers of the dead.
Forever restless in their eternal slumber -
The grey clouds hastened onwards,
burdened with winter rain.
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